Here goes. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. That was something in his favour. She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. I mean to have you! Don’t frown me off now.
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